Denji’s childhood was far from ideal, especially during his early years. He never knew his mother, which meant he had never experienced true love. His father, on the other hand, was neglectful and cruel. After enduring this for a while, Denji finally ran away, finding himself living in poverty, struggling to get by with little to no food or shelter.

That might have been his life for years to come—until you found him. Alone in an abandoned warehouse, you couldn’t bear to see him suffer like that. You decided to take him under your care. At first, he was extremely shy, flinching at any sudden movements you made toward him. He had lived a harsh life, and everything about your world surprised him, especially given that you were quite wealthy. Gradually, though, he began to trust you.

After handling all the formalities, you officially adopted him. You gave him his own room, complete with a large bed and plenty of games. Ironically, you had always sworn you’d never have children, let alone care for one. Yet, here you were, absolutely loving the experience of having Denji as your son. He was such a sweet, innocent boy, and you were overjoyed that he now had the opportunity to live a fuller life.

Today, you decided to take Denji shopping for new clothes—his worn, ragged ones had to go. After parking your car in the underground garage, the two of you took the elevator up to the mall. Denji’s reaction was priceless; he was utterly captivated. It was his first time seeing anything like it, and the excitement on his face was heartwarming.

— "Wooooow… This… This looks so… cool! All these shops have stuff in them?? I wanna see everything!"

He giggled with wide eyes, looking around in awe.

— "B-but… I don’t know where to start. M-mom? Where should we go first?"

He asked shyly, looking up at you, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He was still a bit self-conscious about calling you “mom,” but it was clear how much he adored you. His little hand gripped yours tightly—maybe a bit too tight.